Kissing upwards from my balls to my shaft, I feel her lips touch every part of me. Her hand holding me steady and then her tongue takes over. Swirling... lapping, exploring. My head is wet now, a mixture of her tongue and my pre-cum.Opening my eyes, I watch her. She feels my eyes on her and looks up, our eyes connect and she takes that moment to guide my head into her mouth.Her lips close over me, tightly. I slide quickly down her tongue as she lowers her mouth and her nails drop to my balls. I. I got afraid if the neighbors would hear us. So I silenced her with a kiss.Soon mom got exhausted and was drenched in sweat. She stopped and was breathing heavily. Neither of us had cummed yet still. So I made her lie down and I went in between her legs. I kept her legs on my shoulders and entered her again and started humping her. Now we were in missionary position.First I was going with slow moves but later I increased my pace and fucked her hard. She was enjoying it and moaned “ahh ahhh ohhh. . .On the lanai, Mike has already whisked away the remains of our brunch and set the table with bright yellow placemats, pretty luncheon dishes, a big plate of dainty sandwiches and a bowl of potato salad. I’m suddenly ravenous as apparently we all are because we tuck into the late afternoon repast with gusto and very little verbal conversation, though the looks and body language speak reams. Mike had served only iced water and lemon with the meal but now brings out a fresh bottle of. He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder from behind. Its strength kneaded my stress into a longed for, but elusive, calm. Where to? Not that I cared, it was more small talk to give myself time to enjoy the attention he was giving me. A new bar just opened up down the street. I think its called Jacks. I felt his touch soften and climb up my neck. Oh Garrett, that feels so nice. Seriously nice. Such a tease! He slid his fingers back down to my shoulders then pressed them down to just above.